I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

After Han Yi heard this, he didn't know whether it was better to be shocked that Yan Wang was sick or to sympathize with Yan Chuan.

After thinking about it, he still whispered, "This...do you want me to explain it to your father?"

He was the cause of the earthquake, and he didn't expect King Yan to be scared out of his wits.

But it's quite normal to think about it. In this era, things that can't be explained are regarded as the will of the gods.

There is nothing wrong with other places, but the explosion of Zhuangzi in Yanchuan caused even the king's city to feel the shock. None of them would believe it.

In other words, in order to prove Yanchuan's innocence, he had to get out the gunpowder first.

And it has to be a stable version of gunpowder, otherwise something will happen if it blows up halfway.

However, gunpowder is a trump card that Han Yi wants to use. He doesn't want to use it lightly. It has just come out. It is already very good to improve the combat weapons of this era.

If the gunpowder is really taken out, then the Qin State will be a crushing blow, and it will definitely be recorded in the annals of history, and its name will go down in history.

Han Yi wanted to give Yan Zheng such an opportunity.

After all, according to the extras written by the author later, Yan Zheng had mixed reputations in later generations. Some people thought he was ruthless, while others thought he was proficient in everything.

Han Yi felt that it would be good to give Yan Zheng a little more bargaining power, so that no one would scold him, or there would be fewer people who could scold him.

Yan Chuan said in a daze, "Ah? Explain...explain...what, he just doesn't like me and wants me to go...Woo~"

Han Yi was stunned, why did he start crying?

Yan Zheng on the side somewhat understood Yan Chuan's mood, Yan Chuan was chased away by his own father like a plague.

And Yan Zheng was discarded by his own father, as if he was just an unnecessary object.

It's just that even when he was most disappointed, Yan Zheng never cried, probably to maintain his ridiculous self-esteem that no one cares about.

At this moment, he looked at Yan Chuan's howl and burst into tears, feeling a little envious.

I envy Yanchuan for being able to express my emotions freely, or I envy Yanchuan for having a place where I can express my emotions freely.

But before he met Han Yi, he didn't even have such a place.

Although he doesn't have any now, he feels that he doesn't really need it anymore, he just needs Ah Yi.

Just as Yan Chuan was crying, Wei Wu stood at the door with two jars of wine in his hands, confused: "What's the matter? I heard someone crying from a distance, and I thought it was some slave crying."

As she walked in, she looked at Yan Chuan as if she was looking at something rare.

Crying is not uncommon, but it is too uncommon for a person like Yan Chuan to cry like this.

Han Yi said helplessly, "King Yan asked Gongzi Chuan to leave for Qin State tomorrow morning."

Wei Wu was also startled: "Isn't even Shangyuan?"

Han Yi nodded, Wei Wu wondered, "Why?"

Han Yi said with some embarrassment: "It's just... because of the incident that I blew up Yanchuan Zhuangzi. I asked Yanchuan to explain, but he refused."

Wei Wu understood, she sat down and said, "It's useless to explain this matter."

"En?" Han Yi turned to Wei Wu, and Wei Wu said, "Can't King Yan find out about such a trivial matter? He just wants Yan Chuan to go."

Han Yi: ...

This is meeting the stepfather, right?

Wei Wu turned her head to look at Yan Chuan, who was lying on the food table, who was so sad, clicked her tongue, poked the wine jar in front of him and said, "Why are you crying? It's not like you can't come back, drink and sleep well , it’s not that you can’t contribute to Yan when you go to Qin, why are you so cowardly when you’re a man?”

I don't know what Wei Wu's words hit Yan Chuan's point. Yan Chuan raised his head and wiped the snot and tears on his face, picked up the wine jar and slapped it away, and it was a miracle.

Han Yi stared dumbfounded at him pouring down most of the altar, then wiped his mouth and said, "Happy!"

Wei Wu was delighted immediately: "This is just right, come, drink!"

Yan Zheng on the side watched Yan Chuan and Wei Wu push cups and exchange cups... Forget it, these two people pushed the wine jar and exchanged the wine jar, his stomach hurts and his head hurts watching him, I really don't want to take a second look look.

After Han Yi stared dumbfounded for a while, he turned his head and looked at Yan Zheng who was frowning at the side. He remembered the last time he drank with Wei Wu and almost passed out. He began to think about the root cause of Yan Zheng's loss to Yan Chuan. Is it because he is not as good at drinking as Yan Chuan?

What the hell, the original book didn't say that Wei Wu was good at drinking, if it was about him... he couldn't do anything about it.

Seeing that the two were enjoying themselves, Han Yi stretched out his hand to poke Yan Zheng's waist, but before he could touch him, the alert Yan Zheng grabbed his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go, I'll show you something fun."

Yan Zheng followed Han Yi without asking anything, and Han Yi took him to the yard, where there was a pile of square parcels arranged in the shape of plum blossoms.

Yan Zheng looked at it for a long time but didn't understand what it was, so Han Yi smiled and said, "This thing is just a semi-finished product, but after thinking about it, let me show it to you, it should be pretty good."

These are the fireworks recipes that Han Yi made successfully before. This recipe is simply capable of spraying sparks, and the ones he made... are actually very far from what he expected. It’s okay to say it’s fireworks, but it can’t go to the sky. Squirt various shapes.

It is the kind of small firework that children in later generations most often play with, which can only be spun around the ground and spray sparks.

Although small, when many of these fireworks are put on the ground and circle together, the circles of sparks that burst out are quite beautiful.

After Han Yi finished speaking, he asked his servants to take the torch to see the fuze to be lit. As a result, Yan Zheng dragged Han Yi behind him reflexively when he saw the fire, his posture was very vigilant, as if he was about to run away every minute.

Han Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about this, this won't explode."

Because the ratio of this is far from that of gunpowder, if this is all blown up, he will wonder if God is going to mess with him.

Yan Zheng was still full of vigilance. The scene after the explosion last time was simply deeply rooted in people's hearts. When he saw the broken stone table, his heartbeat almost stopped. He was afraid of seeing blood, and he became like this when he saw Han Yi.

It's just that such vigilance turned into surprise after the fireworks spun and set off.

Han Yi forcibly fixed these little things there to form the shape of flowers, and the effect at this time was indeed good.

The sparks from the fireworks dyed the entire yard red, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground in the yard that Han Yi deliberately left behind. At this time, the white snow on the ground reflected red light, making the flower even more beautiful. nice.

Yan Zheng held Han Yi's hand tightly, without blinking his eyes.

When the fireworks were halfway through, Yan Chuan and Wei Wu were also alarmed, and the two of them walked out with arms crossed, and stood there motionless when they saw the fireworks.

It's a pity that the time for the fireworks was too short, and after a while, the yard fell into darkness again.

Han Yi, who just wanted to ask Yan Zheng how he felt, heard three sighs, among which Yan Zheng was probably the most restrained one, and he just sighed softly.

Yan Chuan staggered over and said, "Just... just... what happened just now? Really... there are really gods?"

Wei Wu echoed from the side: "Ken...the gods must have come to compensate you, look...the gods are all on your side, why are you sad!"

Han Yi couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Wei Wu's Dongbei accent, so he drank some wine, why were you taken away by Yan Chuan?

However, Han Yi didn't want to explain to the two drunks. Yanchuan over there shouted loudly, "Immortal? Where are you, Immortal? I...I have seen you, why are you hiding!"

Han Yi: ...

He turned to look at Yan Zheng and asked, "Let's go, go back to sleep."

Yan Zheng was a little surprised: "So early?"

Han Yi said, "We have to leave tomorrow morning."

Yan Zheng paused and said, "If you haven't played enough, we can stay for two more days."

Han Yi shook his head and said: "There will always be a chance in the future. It should be much safer to follow Yan Chuan, and you can also use Yan Chuan's mouth to tell the young master that you have come back."

Yan Zheng was silent and didn't speak. After a while, he said: "When I go back, you must protect yourself and leave me alone."

Han Yi turned to look at him in surprise, Yan Zheng's beautiful eyes reflected the distant lights, as if there was a starry sky inside.

However, the starry sky was silent at this time, and no one could see what he was thinking.

Han Yi was a little uneasy: "What's wrong? Why don't you let me take care of you?"

Yan Zheng said, "It's nothing, just remember it."

Han Yi looked at him suspiciously, but no matter how much he asked Yan Zheng, he refused to say anything. In the end, he simply covered his eyes and told him to go to bed quickly.

The consequence of sleeping with doubts is that Han Yi had a dream all night. When Yan Zheng said that their fate ended here, from then on the bridge returned to the bridge and the road returned. But there is no him.

After finally waking up, he stretched out his hand and found that it was cold beside him, his whole body was shocked immediately, and he got up quickly to look for Yan Zheng's figure.

At this time, Yan Zheng came in from the outside, dressed in a strong outfit and still holding a green gold sword in his hand. Seeing Han Yi sitting on the bed and looking at him in shock, he couldn't help but walked over and touched Han Yi's forehead and asked: " What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Han Yi didn't speak, and those dreams were not strictly speaking nightmares.

Without him, the original plot should be like that.

Yan Zheng was careful, seeing that he was neither talking nor laughing like usual, so he said, "Did I say something last night? Don't forget to take it to heart, I drank a little too much last night."

Han Yi shook his head and asked, "Have you started packing up?"

Yan Zheng said: "It's all cleaned up, Bai Shao also came over to ask, you can leave after eating."

This efficiency is really good. Han Yi patted his face, got up and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make some, and make some convenient ones to take with you on the way."

Yan Zheng helped him arrange the accessories on his body and said: "Don't be too troublesome, it won't be too difficult to take the official route this time."

At any rate, there are post stations at some distance along the official road. Although the post stations these days are also...but they are better than their previous ones.

Only then did Han Yi come back to his senses and smiled, "Hey, I forgot about it, okay."

When he finished eating and was about to leave, Han Yi realized that Yanchuan's trip was really shabby.

Anyway, he is a son of a country, although he has not been named the prince yet, how come there are only ten people accompanying him?There are not many salutes, how can this be messed up in Qin State?

Yan Chuan was obviously hungover, and looked even more decadent. Wei Wu was a little better than him, stood beside him and said something, and then gave him two hard hammers, almost knocking Yan Chuan down. .

But anyway, Yan Chuan was much more energetic, and smiled at Han Yi and said, "Come on, let's go."

Han Yi turned his head to look at Bai Shao's motorcade, and the boy who had been by Bai Shao's side nodded to him, and he got on the carriage in peace.

As Yan Zheng said, the road from Yan to Qin is much easier than before.

However, whether it is Yan Chuan or Yan Zheng, the closer they are to Qin, the more silent they are.

In the end, Yan Zheng didn't even communicate with anyone except for a few words with Han Yi, as if he was autistic.

Han Yi was so confused by him that he didn't know what to do even if he was in a hurry, until he heard Yan Chuan say: "Tomorrow, son Zijian will bring people to pick us up into the city."